am Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had onbsp;and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of gd grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your ging face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And pabsp;upon the mountains overhead
And hid his fabsp;amid a cro
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